i.
i jar spare change for my trip home.
it’s moved away from me recently,
it sleeps across concrete rivers now.
i jar my change for the ferryman,
he will recognize me soon.
i will make this migration often,
and soon he will wink at me when i come to sit in his boat-
he knows what’s pulling me down the river.
and when i come collapse
into your arms,
my weariness will melt away,
wicking away in the warmth of you.
and i’ll be home,
for a while.
ii.
ice clenched between my teeth
i pull away from you
ferryman doesn’t wink this time.
he knows how bitter it is.
iii.
my spare change tink-tinks into the bottom of my jar.
the cold on my skin
is worth it.
summer wouldn’t be as sweet without the snow.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
i.
i jar spare change for my trip home.
it’s moved away from me recently,
it sleeps across concrete rivers now.
i jar my change for the ferryman,
he will recognize me soon.
i will make this migration often,
and soon he will wink at me when i come to sit in his boat-
he knows what’s pulling me down the river.
and when i come collapse
into your arms,
my weariness will melt away,
wicking away in the warmth of you.
and i’ll be home,
for a while.
ii.
ice clenched between my teeth
i pull away from you
ferryman doesn’t wink this time.
he knows how bitter it is.
iii.
my spare change tink-tinks into the bottom of my jar.
the cold on my skin
is worth it.
summer wouldn’t be as sweet without the snow.
my girlfriend just moved away. i liked this poem a lot. makes me feel hopeful.
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